Once again,
down the highway
rides the Roady clan;
the man,
the dog,
the teena-dult,
and the not-so-little girl,
whose music tastes are developing
quite nicely;
All the way from
annoying, repetitive songs about cats
to "Bohemian RATsody",
some good ole' Rick Astley,
and the timeless Bo Burnham classics,
I feel more and more honored
to be granted access
to the ever-expanding world
within her headspace...
Her humor is advanced,
and her laughter is contagious,
but also mischievous,
just like her eyes;
so captivating,
both pale and bright blue;
they always tell me,
"She looks just like you!!"
....And I remember....
when I was her age,
just before she entered this crazy world,
I began to believe I was all alone,
so distant
from a true connection
and likeness
that biology and chance
would soon set right in front of me....
But here we are;
10 years flew by just like that,
and here she is,
almost too big to sit on my lap,
or ride on my back,
but still little enough
to laugh at the misfortune of Rat
being hit with a baseball bat
when nobody even knows why,
and luckily,
SO AM I....
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 9:22 PM UTC
Once again,
down the highway
rides the Roady clan;
the man,
the dog,
the teena-dult,
and the not-so-little girl,
whose music tastes are developing
quite nicely;
All the way from
annoying, repetitive songs about cats
to "Bohemian RATsody",
some good ole' Rick Astley,
and the timeless Bo Burnham classics,
I feel more and more honored
to be granted access
to the ever-expanding world
within her headspace...
Her humor is advanced,
and her laughter is contagious,
but also mischievous,
just like her eyes;
so captivating,
both pale and bright blue;
they always tell me,
"She looks just like you!!"
....And I remember....
when I was her age,
just before she entered this crazy world,
I began to believe I was all alone,
so distant
from a true connection
and likeness
that biology and chance
would soon set right in front of me....
But here we are;
10 years flew by just like that,
and here she is,
almost too big to sit on my lap,
or ride on my back,
but still little enough
to laugh at the misfortune of Rat
being hit with a baseball bat
when nobody even knows why,
and luckily,
SO AM I....
My little sister turns 10 soon, so I had to write this sappy little poem.. It is somewhat of a continuation of the one last year called "dreams"... fun fact: we have a little over a 10 year age gap ❤